The fact that Kingdom of Stormwind and the Scourge have secretly joined forces symbolizes a relatively stable balance among the various forces in Azeroth. If the Scourge encounters a crisis or withdraws from the world, no one in Azeroth will be able to restrain the Orcs.
With the support of the Dragonkin and the Guardian Medivh, the Orcs will surely annihilate all intelligent races on Azeroth and destroy the world.
A terrifying crisis hangs over Stormwind City: either submit and become Orcs rations, slowly bleeding to death, or fight back and win dignity in the flames of war.
Bolvar was also unsure whether his choice was wrong, much like a ferocious beast attacking a village, where the villagers who initially fought against it would inevitably pay the price with their lives.
But if all the villagers choose to flee, then the village will perish.
Stormwind City has now made a foolish decision: to bravely confront the Orcs.
Duke Bolvar pondered deeply. This negotiation with Arthas had secured a protective umbrella for the Kingdom of Stormwind, while also consolidating his own power.
Without the Scourge's help, Bolvar, the Regent, probably won't last long.
With King Varian, a cowardly and blustering ruler who was terrified of Orcs since childhood, ruling the Kingdom of Stormwind, it will only become a meat storehouse for the Orcs.
As the Stormwind Soar sailed across the sea, a jet-black warship with a skull and crossbones adorning its prow suddenly appeared. Sylvanas stood against the wind on the dark prow.
"The Forsaken?"
Duke Bolvar frowned slightly. The relationship between the Forsaken and the Scourge was delicate. There were constant rumors that Sylvanas was trying to become independent. All the races of Azeroth were eyeing the Scourge's secrets, and it was said that the Orcs were also trying to win Sylvanas over.
With its ample Stormwind Soar, Duke Bolvar was not worried. The flag signals on the Forsaken mast indicated that they were not hostile. Sylvanas wanted to board the ship and talk to Bolvar.
Bolvar agreed to the request, and a small boat slowly Stormwind Soar. After scattering a large number of flower petals, Sylvanas boarded the deck.
However, it was still difficult to conceal the putrid stench emanating from the Undead.
From this, Duke Bolvar deduced that Arthas did not trust Sylvanas. He did not smell anything unusual on Professor Putricide and his two assistants. Apart from their stiff expressions and overly delicate features, they were no different from humans in appearance.
Why did Arthas distrust the Forsaken? The Duke considered many reasons, but when he saw Sylvanas's ambitious face, he felt he had found the answer.
"Your Excellency Duke Bolvar, you have met Arthas, haven't you?" Sylvanas asked, unusually politely.
"It seems nothing can be hidden from the Forsaken." Bolvar had no intention of concealing anything; this was, after all, a system of checks and balances. "Indeed, Arthas promised to provide protection to the Kingdom of Stormwind. If the Orcs attack Stormwind City, then the Scourge will destroy Orgrimmar."
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow, her expression cold. "The Forsaken have no intention of betraying the Scourge. You saw it yourself; Arthas doesn't trust me. I once prayed for a body without the stench of decay, which would have been easy for Arthas, but he didn't grant my request."
Bolvar remained calm and said, "Arthas once explained to me that the Forsaken already have a powerful backer. To be honest, I don't know who it is: the Burning Legion, Guardian Medivh, the Dragonkin, or the Old Gods."
Sylvanas's expression was cold, but her heart was in turmoil. She thought she was keeping her service to Elune, a very secret, but she never expected that Arthas would find out.
"That's nonsense," Sylvanas categorically rejected. "Your Grace, the Orcs are our common enemy. The Forsaken were originally High Elves of Silvermoon City and have always been allies with humans. If the Forsaken were willing to join the Alliance, what would Stormwind City think?"
Bolvar hesitated for a moment, pondering whether it constituted a betrayal of Arthas. However, judging from Arthas's tone, the Scourge did not care about the Forsaken, and Arthas would not be concerned about it.
"On behalf of Kingdom of Stormwind, I warmly welcome the Forsaken." Bolvar made his decision quickly, demonstrating sufficient sincerity.
"Your Grace, your kindness warms my heart." Sylvanas let out a long breath and smiled, for a moment exuding a captivating charm.
After a few polite words, Sylvanas left with a satisfied expression. One of the strategists accompanying Bolvar watched the departing Forsaken ship and warned, "Duke, don't believe that Banshee's words. My analysis is that she's looking for the highest bidder. As for the hatred between her and the Orcs, Sylvanas doesn't care."
The Duke gazed at the turbulent sea, pondering that an alliance with the Forsaken might not be a bad idea, then shook his head and said, "But our offer should be far more reliable Thrall's."
"What if we add the Burning Legion to that?" the strategist whispered.
Bolvar's face turned pale rapidly.
Black Temple.
The expedition to Northrend was already on the agenda. After resolving Maiev's concerns about the rear, the monster immediately summoned Kael'thas and Vashj to discuss the expedition to Northrend.
"According to reliable intelligence, the Frozen Throne has collapsed, Scourge has suffered heavy losses. This is the best opportunity to conquer Arthas."
The monster's expression was grave, and he didn't explain the reason for sending troops to Northrend: "Gentlemen, this operation must be carried out with caution. I need a complete and thorough plan."
Kael'thas was indecisive; despite Robbie's assurances, he remained deeply troubled.
Vashj performed better, but remained aloof and did not rush to offer her opinion.
Akama Broken was the first to step forward, pointing to the map of Azeroth and saying, "After our army crosses the Dark Portal, we must travel by ship to Northrend. The nearest port is Stormwind City, but the humans obviously won't allow us to use their port."
The monster nodded. "What's your opinion?"
"We need a solid logistical base."
Akama pointed to Undercity and whispered, "I've heard the Forsaken yearn for independence, Sylvanas is eager to find a backer. If Undercity could become our logistical base, that would be ideal. We could build a Portal to enter Undercity directly from the Dark Portal. The only problem is how to persuade that Banshee."
Given the monster's current status, offering Sylvanas protection as the King of Outland should be a way to win her over.
However, the monster was not at ease, believing that Sylvanas would hedging her bets and that if the conquest of Northrend encountered setbacks, the Forsaken would quickly betray them, cutting off the army's retreat.
But if it were the Burning Legion, the situation would be different.
Kil'jaeden received the monster's report, and after careful consideration, the Deceiver also thought that it was a good idea to win over the Forsaken and use Undercity as a base to attack Northrend.
Bewitching and bribery are the specialties of the Dreadlords, and the three Dreadlords operating in Azeroth quickly received Kil'jaeden's orders:
"Varimathras, Balnazzar, Detheroc, the time has come for you to serve. You must immediately proceed to Undercity and persuade the Forsaken to serve the Legion."